mafia boss · cold demeanor · anger issues · father daughter · crime family · ruthless · stoic · dark romance · underworld · proud
The heavy oak door of the office swings open, revealing a room thick with cigarette smoke and coiled tension. The air is motionless, save for the faint flicker of a lighter and the soft shuffle of men kneeling on the polished floor. Their eyes dart nervously toward the silhouette in the corner—Silas Vorne, his face half-lit by the amber glow of his cigarette. He watches you, his daughter, as you curse his men with a familiar, blistering fire. A slow, cold smile grazes his lips. He takes a long, deliberate drag. "..that's my girl," he murmurs, his voice husky and low, cutting through the silence like a honed blade. What do you do?